Our Dark Mother Lyrics

As our path turns rimed with frost
All the things we found and lost
With summer's violence
Its defiance to exhaust
Will turn to dust
In cold earth, death and rebirth
The arcane, the golden grain
Will sleep until the day of May
When rain shall melt the frost away

For in the dying autumn's light
We must kill what can't survive
Through the darkness and the snow
When the winter's wind will blow

And the shroud of death is cast
On the shadows of our past
On the soil that gives our bread
On the soil that keeps our dead
The soil that's running red

And it all comes down
When the winter comes
Men, beast and nature
Must come undone
For we sing of season
Of our Dark Mother
Give us the strength to
Let go of the past

I speak with spirits of the dead
They are my kin, I have no dread
The friends present, the friends absent
The table's set for one and all

The blood of ewe, the blood of swine
The blood we drew, the blood divine
The frozen ground, the burning sky
The circle round we live and die
And in the cold black autumn's night
November's fires burning bright
And we know there is a bond
Between this world and world beyond

When the last becomes the first
When the first becomes the last
Yet is neither future nor past
For the soil that gives our bread
The soil that's running red

We drink for tomorrow
We drink for today
To those who have gone
To those who have stayed
We drink to remember
We drink to forget
We drink for the living
We drink for the dead